Crowe x Reader One Shot!
While cleaning a room meant to be emptied and forgotten, a small accident pulls old memories to the surface. What starts as something easily dismissed becomes a quiet moment of care, worry, and presence. A story about the weight of the past, gentle vigilance, and choosing not to be alone when it hurts.
[Name] gathered the papers scattered across the room—stacking, sorting, discarding.
Some went to the trash. Some to recycling.
That was when [Name] found the box labeled Memories.
Memories [Name] had no desire to revisit.
Still, if it was to be recycled, it had to be opened.
Letters. Photographs. Small trinkets.
Then a journal that carried more weight than it should.
And like those memories, [Name] cut themselves—a paper cut.
Not deep,
but deep enough to sink.
[Name] looked at their finger.
Watched it without reaction, without movement,
as blood slipped free and fell.
[Name] examined it—the bleeding wouldn’t stop.
The paper cut was bigger than they thought.
It’s just a paper cut, you told themselves.
But why did it hurt more than it looked?
This wasn’t about the paper cut, was it?
“[Name]—” His voice softened when he found you.
“What are you doing, Starlight…”
He stopped. His eyes fell to your hand.
“Starlight… you’re bleeding. A paper cut?”
He reached for you gently. “Let’s get you a bandage.”
[Name] followed him back to the kitchen, rinsing their hands beneath the tap.
The water ran clear, but the memory didn’t.
The dried blood clinging to [Name]’s skin reminded them of before—
when it hadn’t been a paper cut,
when it hadn’t been just one.
Old scars surfaced in their mind like ghosts, uninvited and familiar.
Crowe noticed the way [Name]’s shoulders tensed.
The way their gaze lingered too long on their hands.
“Hey,” he said quietly, wrapping the bandage with care.
Not accusing. Not panicked.
Just there.
“You don’t have to be alone in this.”
Crowe kept his thumb steady against the bandage,
like he was afraid too much pressure might make them disappear.
“It’s small,” he said softly, though his eyes stayed on their face, not their hand.
“But you’ve been gone all morning.”
He hesitated, jaw tightening just a little.
“That’s what scared me.”
The tap clicked off.
The kitchen felt too quiet.
“I’m not mad,” he added quickly, almost tripping over the words.
“I just—”
He exhaled.
“I know what it looks like when someone says it’s nothing and means it’s everything.”
Crowe glanced at their hands again, then away,
as if giving you space even in the middle of worry.
“If this is just a paper cut, okay. We’ll treat it like one.”
His voice dropped.
“But if it’s not… you don’t have to explain it all at once. Or at all.
Just—don’t shut me out.”
He rested his forehead briefly against yours, careful, grounding.
“You’re here. You’re safe. And I’m not going anywhere, Starlight.
Not today.”
His hand lingered, warm and steady,
a quiet promise he didn’t trust words alone to keep.
Crowe finished wrapping the bandage, slower than necessary,
like the moment mattered.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he said quietly.
“And I don’t want to pretend I didn’t notice.”
He met [Name]’s eyes then—open, worried, sincere.
“I can handle a paper cut. I can handle a bad day.
Even a quiet one.”
His thumb brushed their wrist, grounding, not restraining.
“What I can’t handle is thinking you’re hurting and I don’t know.”
He swallowed, breath uneven for just a second.
“So I need one thing from you.”
Not an order.
Not a demand.
A request.
“If it gets bad… if it starts feeling like before,
I need you to tell me.”
He shook his head gently.
“You don’t have to explain it perfectly.
You don’t have to justify it.
Just… tell me.”
His voice softened.
“I’m not asking to fix you.
I’m asking to be here when it matters.”
Then, quieter still:
“Can you do that, Starlight?”
When they finally looked up, he met their eyes
and didn’t look away.
He leaned his forehead against theirs for a moment,
still saying nothing.
The promise was there anyway.
If it gets bad, I’ll notice.
And [Name] won’t face it alone.
I wanna give a biiiig thank you to the folks in the 14DWY Discord server for participating in Ren's birthday art collab!! It was fun watching the Renfection™ slowly spread >:3
And thank you to everyone else who celebrated Ren's birthday this year and made it special!
I know I shouldn't wish you any harm but I kinda want to.
This is an ADULT game for f*ck sakes!! You are putting yourself in REAL danger!!
At least, if you're playing it, do it in SILENCE. Groomers will stalk, harrass and hurt you in real life if they hear about you playing adult games. This is not a joke, this is not fun.
You are NOT "mature enough", that's what pdf-files wants you to think so they can hurt you!!!
If the game itself doesn't traumatize you, real life people learning about you playing it WILL.
At the very least KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
Sincerely : from someone who went through hell because he talked about it.
I just saw a 13yo play this game on itch's page and be proud about it on tiktok, claiming their "guardians" were ok with it. I am utterly disgusted. This is why we are restricting internet access to yall.
As promised, Rujini aquarium date part 2! This one was supposed to be a more dramatic/romantic piece compared to the first, apologies I legit forgot how to draw these people and they're different in most panels but alas, enjoy. And some crackpost Jinu shenanigans at the end cuz I can't not.
How long will this last?
How long will this go on?
How long do I have?
How long will you last?
How long do you have?
How long — how much longer?
How long do I see?
How long can I walk?
How long can I breathe?
How long?
How much longer?
Maybe… not long.